Baggage

Because of yesterday, I decided to browse through my folders, to find those files. You know, get them skeletons out to dust. Thing is, I put them under such random names, I myself forgot where they're stored. After some serious searching, I found them 5 long minutes later.

I was reading what I wrote back then. Wow. Now, that I'm kind of seeing it all in a distanced sort of way, it seems pathetic. That sense of helplessness and at the same time, that insane burning hope. Coupled with unexpected twists, gosh. Talk about soap opera gone real.

Anyway, the interesting part, is while reading all that, I had Windows Media Player on shuffle mode, and whaddya know. The song that started playing was impeccable. Really.

I'm not finished. Since it's a whole series type of thing, it sort of came in chapters. Sort of. So while reading the next "chapter", so to speak, the next song that came on was faultless too. It's friggin apt. It's as if God wanted me to feel those emotions and feel it thoroughly.

I have to say, it definitely is interesting to read back and see how far you've come from all of that, all of that lameness. Hahah, just consoling myself here. Maybe it's precisely that lameness that makes it human?

Ok enough. Enough of this semi-emo business. It's really quite fatal. (: